My Names and Aliases, Down Through The Decades

From conception to modern day: "Marvin. Isn't that a nice name!" (proclaimed by my Mother, prior to my birth)
Baby Boy Luther (the first notation on my wrist tag, at birth)
Marvin James Luther (my entire handle, at birth)
Marvin
Marv
Marv J. Luther
Marvin Starvin
Marvin Watson
Stink
Great Big Marvy Boy
Big Marv
Plump
Watermelon
Mel
Milhouse
Mongoose
Milhaven
Mavin
"Bit, Mavin"
"Ay, you der Mavin"
Coach

Mr. Luther
Luther
James Marvin Luther  (by a Gideon Bible distributor: "God bless you, James.")

Mar...Mar...Mar

Martin
Martin Luther

Yucky Old Thing

Dad

Daddy
Daddy James Luther

Brother

Swervin Marvin

Swervin
Bozo
"You Bozo!"

Marvie
Mental Job
Idiot
You idiot
Bill
Bill Marvin
Frances
Uncle Marvin
Uncle Marv
Uncle Mermaid
Mervin
"Hi Maervin! I got a brother named Mervin!"
Merv
Merf
Marvina
Homer
Marje
Fella
Big Guy
Melwyn
Melwyn Loser
Happy Birthday, Melvin!
Marvin Loser
Margret
Dear
Sweetheart
Sweetie
Mar vin (french accent "vehh")
Marvin-Luther-Boy
Mr. Charity
Mr. Geometry
Mr. Man 
Marvin J. Cuther 
Luth
Big Luth
Marvin Looter
Mowhv
Denkus Kong
Denkus Kong over there
Mawvin
Your Brother ("I hear your brother did a stupid thing!")
Mennonite Lover 
Liar (In a Newfoundland courtroom, my client whispered in my ear regarding opposing counsel, calling him "the other liar" [lawyer]) 
Michael 
Glen Luther's cousin
Connie's Dad (by a University schoolmate, the first year we were married) 
The fat one (implied by some relatives when they decided between my friend and me that the "skinny one" should sit in the tinier back seat of the car) 
A real stud
Studmuffin
Old Fart 
Stunned 
Asshole
Marthin 
Lex Luthor
Lex (Always a "Hi, Lex!" at the start of every phone call from fellow Saskatoon lawyer, Morris Bodnar) 
Muffty
Marving 
Marwin 
Buddy Marv
Pal 
Margaret Mason (Not actually called this name, but I responded to the name when called in public) 
Blun
Bob
Bob... I mean Marv 
Marvellous 
Fuzzy 
The Muffin Man
The Muffin Man who lives on Fairmont Drive 
Judge Lance Ito (apparently I was mistaken for the judge who acquitted OJ)
Pollard ("Are you Pollard?", I was asked on a stairwell in Ottawa's National Gallery, by a man with a European accent, in reference to some Israeli spy, whom I resembled, apparently)
Marcia (courtesy of auto correct)
Mr. Luthor
Walter
Wally
Mick
Fogy
Murray
Peter
Maren
Marven

Bastard

You Bastard

Stallion